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Christopher Rowland Poem
"As the sky melts to reveal a slivered moon,
My own reflection will begin soon
To critique my day,
In an objective way
As to whether my reveal,
Had a satisfactory appeal
To bring me comfort and contentment,
On my journey and regiment
That I am one step closer to my goal,
To achieve all that my heart holds
We are never really complete,
So we search everyday to repeat
Our quest to find our happiness,
With God above as our witness
So may sleep bring you peace of mind,
To know that your search is going just fine"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"Words are just letters,
Pasted together
Their individual sound makes no sense
But formed together they are heaven sent
Giving each letter a voice,
It’s message our choice
As we chose letters to fit,
To form the words of our script
Expressing what is in us,
Framing moments we can trust
To explain feelings within,
And to know where to begin
Today or tomorrow,
Be it joy or sorrows
Picking letters that explain,
Feelings of happiness or pain
Understanding that the “u” and “I”,
Always determines the “why”
Of moments and events,
That each day presents."
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"The value of friends,
And those which we depend
Is exponential in its meaning,
Based on the compassion we are seeking
Good friends, true friends
College friends, family friends
The weekend friend collection,
For its activity based connection
The, “I know them”, friend fringe,
And those we “know” and cringe
There are best friends we count,
And of those a few are paramount
For they accept us for our flaws,
Our conversations never have a pregnant pause
They never have to be asked,
For they volunteer for every task
There are no condescending judgements passed,
Maybe a few questions about our past
But total trust without remorse,
As we travel life’s uncertain course
So be thankful for those set apart,
Because true friends belong in your heart"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"Water is the gift of life,
That makes things grow just right
So full of energy and power,
Providing light to every home and tower
By itself it can cleanse,
Dirt or an original sin
Sometimes we find ourselves in hot water,
By creating some kind of bother
Occasionally we are on thin ice,
For behavior not so nice
I prefer smooth still water,
Like a heartfelt moment that matters
Or a misty rain that falls,
Beaconing me with its call
To witness the nourishment it brings,
To every plant, tree or living thing
Including me ,
With a buoyancy
That keeps my head above water,
And a confidence I won’t falter
Because the water in the river accepts,
My burdens without regret
Floating them away,
So I am free, today"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"The sweetness of summer,
Blooms from the darkness of winter
Plants pulled from the earth,
By the sun, proving it’s worth
Life flows,
Bees sow
Pollinating the gifts we receive,
From plants and trees
A bounty of goodness, juicy and sweet,
Amazed by nature and this feat
Year after year, the cycle of life,
Each summer bearing fruits just right
That sustain us by marking time,
Creating memories divine
Of that perfect peach,
The best one just out of reach
Each berry better than the next,
Blackberry is my favorite, I confess
It’s berry defended by gnarly thorns,
Providing scratches to adorn
My arms and hands,
Payment that the canes demand
So to in life’s conceal,
Our efforts are revealed
Bruises and bumps,
Or the occasional lump
From trying our best,
No matter how difficult the test
But there is satisfaction in your reward,
So the abrasions are ignored
With the fruit of our labor,
And its success we savor"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"Another morning has arrived,
Your heart beating....alive
So thankful for another day,
And to Him, God you pray
For wonder and beauty,
Surrounding thee
In all that abounds,
Even from the quietest sound
Gratitude and happiness,
From all that you’ve been blessed
Wisdom to choose the right path,
Happiness for a relaxing bubble bath
Sincerity in what you believe,
Confidence in the relationships you weave
Emotions abundant and under control,
Compassion to make you whole
For today is the first day of the rest of your life,
And only you can make it right"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"Space is the definition of time,
And the speed light travels in a line
My mind cannot fathom,
Our earth is smaller than an atom
Amongst the billions of stars,
And the few we call ours
The earth really is lost in space,
But are we the only human race?
The probability exists we are not alone,
Until we explore more of the unknown
We won’t know for certain,
What’s behind the universes dark curtain
Better to let others consider,
For I will just ponder and sit here
In my little spot on earth,
Infinitesimal like a grain of dirt
Knowing that I am matter,
With a brain seeking the answer
Is destiny,
Decided for me"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"Drawn towards the word demand,
And the connotations it remans
The popularity of a particular brand,
Or the request to know where you stand
Compensation for a fateful event,
Or a request as to where you went
Retribution to even the score,
Stipulation you need much more
An ultimatum for your time,
A comment on the bottom line
So many ways,
It affects our days
Requiring us to balance,
What is important to us
Not to be served or servant,
But to ourselves fervent
In our aspirations,
Or relations
Without intimidation,
Or conditions
Of what others perceive,
Or in what we receive
And are looking for,
And the future has in store
Life is a game of one,
You decide how it’s to be won
Knowing whatever it demands,
You can"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
"Each day we have intent,
To improve and survive our ascent
Of this mountain called life,
Wondering how to climb it right
What determines our desire to scale,
When faced with the possibility to fail
Is it the fear of being pursued,
By people telling you what to do
Or are we drawn towards power,
With every mountain we conquer
Are we just following a beaten path,
As so many before us have
Is it a requirement of life,
Each day to do battle against strife
Picking up our burdens at the door,
To fight the day once more
What is it that keeps us going,
To push us without knowing
If we are to achieve,
If that it what we believe
Despite feeling overwhelmed,
That each day requires us to be compelled
Constantly aware the burdens on us,
Every moment here until we are dust
Like an arrow in its quiver,
We need ammunition so our dreams won’t wither
Understand then the power of motivation, And how we fuel it’s affirmations
Faith that we will endure,
With each victory we secure
Confidence to make the right choice,
Consented by the power in my voice
Trust your instincts,
And the self doubt it defeats
Have the courage to admit to love,
And it’s power to soar above
Believing in the impossible,
Because together you’re unstoppable
Today and each day forward,
The future as your reward"
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Rowland Poem
Intuition is a skill to master,
For it helps to get what we are after
It’s our intuition that manages,
Ourselves before their are damages
Because it can sense out something wrong,
But also suggest if we are to belong
It provides us with a sense of purpose,
And not to engage with a three ring circus
So how do these inklings come to be,
How do they percolate within me
Experience and information play their part,
So does listening to ones heart
Lessons taught of right and wrong,
To know what side of the fence you are on
Common sense is another litmus test,
To determine if my decision is best
What our eyes see,
Our mind decrees
Forming opinions in an instant,
With choices that are insistent
All have a hand in our intuition,
And dealing with life’s decisions
Whether on the path toward a goal,
Or a request you have been told
How the adventure is to be,
Will be decided by intuition and me
Copyright © Christopher Rowland | Year Posted 2020
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